CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Are you sure you should be traveling in your condition?” Yushir inquired.
“I am fine.”
You don’t look fine the prince mused as he studied his friend’s pale face.
The prince and Dadan stood on the threshold of the heavenly gate with the marbled city at their backs. They each carried with them a small bag that was slung over their shoulders and rested on their backs.
“You might attend a later meeting,” the prince suggested. “That would give you more time to venture there than the single day I have given us before the Fur Festival to travel across the roads to Banhar.
Dada stared ahead. “I am fine.”
Yushir shrugged and readjusted his pack. “Well then, let us be off or we will not reach the city before nightfall. I would hate to miss their spit cuisine. No on
